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 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 | 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗣 

by Reven Luciano 

“May trabaho ka na?”

“Diin ka gaubra subong?”

Those questions echoes in my mind.

One moment, I'm on stage, diploma in hand, basking in the applause. The next, I was in my room, scrolling, wondering what comes after the applause fades. The deadlines, the pressure, they're gone, but the weight remains. No one’s grading me anymore, yet I keep asking myself, am I enough?

I’ve learned that it's okay to not have it all figured out. I’m not behind. There's a time for everything, according to the holy scripture. I’m still becoming.  My life isn’t a polished, Instagram-worthy facade. It's messy, it's sounds like an MMK story, it's real, and it's mine.

No one talks about this part. The limbo. The silence after the claps. The job offers that never came. The messages left on “seen.” The lively GC's that turns into abandoned corner. We're all just trying to stay afloat.

But if today I breathed through the weight of it, that’s enough.

I don’t need a perfect plan. I don’t need to rush. I’m allowed to rest, to not know what's next.

One day, I’ll thank this version of me. The one who kept going. The one who whispered hope into the quiet.

This messy, unclear path I’m on? It’s mine. And that’s more than enough.